Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-05-09

think of Lincoln as ola past generation,
yet Cameron was sturdy STRIPPING
when Lincoln was born. He was pas
siOnate boy when the cannon echoes
came from Lundy's Lane and New Or
leans; grave, sober statesman when he
heard of Chapultepec and Molina del Ray;
statesman gray in years and experience
during the stormy days of the civil war.
These events are in dream and story. The
flags that waved in glory lie tattered and
dusty in unfrequented chambers, harvests
and decades OF harVests have bloomed
and ripened over the fields Whereon they
were fought; we read of them as we do
of Yorktown and Waterloo; Soldiers,
armies, heroes have gone, the taps
have sounded over the unre-
sponsive ears of Washington aud
Hamilton, Jackson and Harrison, Scott
and Taylor, Lee and Grant, and the vet
eran who knew or might have known
these heroes and heard from their lips
the narratives of 100 years of American
effort and endeavor, still lives, in the IN
faded vigor of old age, with pulse as
clear and quick as when it beat to the
canon of Bladensburg over seventy years
ago. Surely he is one of the most blessed
of men, and not the least among those
blessings is to see his children tread in
his footsteps and follow him in the coun-
ellis of the nation.
1t is not amiss thus to write of Simon
Cameron in sketch of his son. Thinking
of one, the thought of the other comes
involuntarily to your mind. You could
not find two men more alike ia their
tastes and natures than this father and
son. And in their homelife this is as
conspicuous as in public. The home of
Don Cameron is almost as much his
fathers as his own. There is as much in
it to remind you of one as of the other
and apartments are always kept in readi
ness for the retired statesman.
The residence OF the Camerons is
quaint old mansion on Lafayette square,
just across the way from one of the hand
soonest of the many well kept parks of
Washington. The situation is delight
full one. Within stones throw is the
White House and the Treasury Depart
ment, while between the two, further in
the background, the Washington monu-
ment looms into view. Back of this is
the Potomac, lined with it's grand hills
now clothed in the greenest verdure.
For miles this stretches away from you
and on clear day the spires of sleepy
OLD Alexandra can DE seen, making In It's
entirety picture that appeals strongly
to ones love of the beautiful. Grouped
around the mansion are the residences of
many distinguished men. Around the
corner lives Cbief-Justice Waite, up the
street are the old homes of James G.
Blaine, Hamilton Fish and Governor
Swan, while across the park you can
see the houses of George Bancroft,
W. w. Corcoran, John Hay and the old
home of Oliver P. Morton. The adioin-
ing house is the old Seward mansion, in
the portico of which General Daniel E.
Sickles shot and killed Phillip Barton
Key, the poet.
The house itself is rather peculiar
looking structure, and is certainly notice
able. for you would hardly find another
like it in this or any other country.
It's style of architecture would
be difficult to determine; l think
myself it has none. Originally one
of those big, ugly, sturdy mansions built
in the early days of the republic, it has
within the last few years lost its person
atty, if the word my be used in speaking
of house. 1t wss erected during the
administration of President Monroe by